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'If the Arabs put down their weapons today, there would be no more violence. If the Jews put down their weapons today, there would be no more Israel ." Benjamin Netanyahu
First they came for the communists, and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a communist. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a trade unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a Jew. Then they came for me and there was no one left to speak out for me.

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"If I bring a sword upon a land, and the people of the land take one man from among them and make him their watchman, and he sees the sword coming upon the land and blows the trumpet and warns the people, then he who hears the sound of the trumpet and does not take warning, and a sword comes and takes him away, his blood will be on his own head.... But if the watchman sees the sword coming and does not blow the trumpet and the people are not warned, and a sword comes and takes a person from them, he is taken away in his inequity; but his blood I will require from the watchman's hand." Ezekiel 33:2b-6 I have not been appointed, but I feel the weight of the watchman, because I see the sword coming. How can I not warn the people?

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Thursday, February 11, 2010

Dreams of Guardian Angels

I guess it was almost a year ago now. It's so hard when it's been so long to determine the exact date. I don't remember the date, but the dream is etched in my brain as if it were yesterday. I can narrow the date down. I drew the picture in November, because I told the dream to someone on asamom.org, and they said that was just the artwork that Glenn Beck was looking for. Of course, it never went anywhere. I'm not destined for fame. I'm destined for mediocrity, for no one knowing my name, and that's fine with me. I don't care if history knows my name. I care if history remembers America, if my children have the same sort of America that I grew up knowing. We moved into this house in April, so it was after that. I think it was around July or August, 2009. So that makes it 6 months ago. It seems like a life time ago.

This battle has gone on forever. And it is a battle for our freedom. No time in history has any president every attacked our own country so viciously. No President has ever stomped on the constitution so thoroughly. No president has ever called down the Supreme Court during his State of the Union Address. So, a battle it is, and I feel battle torn and weary from the fight. Some days I have the strength for the fight, and some days I feel as if I fight alone. Some days I feel as if no one wants me to fight for them, so what's the use? Some days I'm ready to give all, and some days I'm ready to throw in the towel and just give in to a socialist Amerika if that's what everyone seems to want.

But, the dream is so fresh in my memory. I wanted to tell you about it. First, I didn't even know who Glenn Beck was. I thought he was a minor player. I thought he sometimes guest hosted other people's shows. I had no idea he had his own show. I heard he had a radio show, but had never listened to it. I didn't know he had a TV show, so had never seen it. This was before the mom show that aired, and before he called for everyone to meet him on the steps of the capitol on 9-12-09.

In my dream, there was an angel and she was bending over America. She had a broken wing so she couldn't fly. She couldn't defend America from her enemies. She was kneeling and crying with her head bowed. I felt helpless and didn't know what to do. I knew that America was in trouble if her Guardian Angel could no longer help her. The only thing I knew to do was to get every one together that I knew to pray for her. I called all my friends, every one I came into contact with, emailed, put the word out, that we needed to pray for America, and her Guardian Angel.

As we prayed for her, our prayers went up and transformed into bandaids and healed her wing that had been broken. She was strengthened through our prayers and was abled to fight for America once again. She rose up, and spread her wings to accept the bandaids, and that's when I awoke from my dream.

When I drew the picture, I placed 7 people praying for her because 7 is God's number. It was after I drew this picture that my son came to me and asked me to ask for prayer bells across America. I don't know how to do that. But the sentiment is the same. My son is 19 and Down Syndrome and autistic. I wish I could give him prayer bells across America, but I know we need to pray for America. Our prayers are the only thing that will heal the damage that this administration has done. There is a darkness that has taken hold of the White House. Obama can talk until he's blue in the face about his faith, but I will never believe it. His faith is not in my God. If it were, he would not be talking of the Muslims as "misbehaving." He would be calling terrorists what they are....terrorists. He would not be denying that this country is a God-based country. He would not be pushing a gay agenda. His lifestyle belies his true faith.

I emailed this dream to a clown friend of mine, because I thought it would make a great skit, and because it felt prophetic. I didn't want to tell anyone it felt prophetic....I don't want to feel like a nut... They didn't acknowledge me. But it's out there that I did it. They have been emailing me conservative stuff, when they're Democrats. Maybe it woke them up. I don't know. I know that the people in office aren't Democrats, but socialists and it scares me. I know Democrats that died for their country. This is not about party. This is about America. Bill Clinton didn't try to destroy America, or at least not this fast.

Please, anyone who reads this, or stumbles upon this site, Pray for America and her Guardian Angel.

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